National Poetry Month--Day 26--Monorhyme--Song of Day

It's Monorhyme day today. Yup. I was clueless before too. Stephanie does a great job explaining it here. First I'm doing a free verse one, then I'll get to the Monorhyme. I don't usually write on Sunday. But today I'm introducing (yes, I know I'm WAY late) my mother to this site. Maybe she'll carry on for a while into May.

And on to my free verse poem (because I'm a rebel):

MY PATIENT FRIEND
As morning sun paints delicate shell the cobalt sky
My friend whispers, "I am here."
"I know," I say.  "I've got a busy morning."
He smiles and answers a few million prayers.
"Too busy to talk to me?" He says,
The sadness tingeing His voice.
"We're talking now. Please bless my food."
He turns the sun up a notch to make
Sure more snow melts in North Dakota.
"Can we talk after breakfast?" He gently asks.
"Well I've got these urgent things to do.
But we'll talk soon. Maybe at lunch.
Hey, before I go, can you protect me from
This virus thing? It's really bugging me.
And bless all the poor people and take care
Of my friends while you're at it?"
"Do what the Prophet asks and you'll do fine."
At least we've talked. Kind of.
"Thanks. Bye." And I hit the ground running.
The talk at lunch is a few rote words
I toss at him before flying back to work.
As I run, I see His hand outstretched to me.
"Wait," He says. But I'm already gone, intent.
"I was trying to bless you like you asked.
Read the directions and do what they say."
"Just bless me," I yell as I race back to
What I was doing, ignorant of the hurt I'd caused.
He sighs, and walks back down the road,
A little dejected at the treatment of his "friend."
"She won't slow down and pay attention
Until I send her problems she can't ignore.
Then she's right there with her hand out,
Expecting Me to solve it all."
Another sigh, and He turns up the heat
In Arizona.

What kind of friend am I?

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy

Okay. Now for something completely different. Monorhyme:

SONG OF DAY

Morning draws night's cobalt curtain onto grey

Extinguishing stars across wide expanse of Milky Way

Rise majestic monarch with its nourishing ray

O'er the vast cerulean vaults of milky May

Fill now with stitching birds in flights of fey

Til light illuminates all flower gardens gay

Making magic with wind, rain in rich display
And fills the whispering fields with crops and hay

Causes young fillies to leap and prance and neigh 

Up they rise, the humans who must for their livelihood pay

Busy as the bee, the ant, or periwinkle-feathered jay

Fashioning their world of steel and wood and clay 
Making choices for all Earth they hardly weigh

Fill the world with all importance they have need to say

Until at last the work grinds down to finish all essay
Home they go wending at dying of play
Sometimes in thankfulness and love they pray
Birds seek their nests, beasts their holdings affray

Dolphins leap and gambol to their home fold bay

Owl and bat begin their nighttime hunting prey

When night light stars replace the sunlight down they lay

To await the heralding of another incandescent day

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy

Monorhyme--To the Beach!--National Poetry Month

Contrary to what my last poem said, today I'm doing a Monorhyme. If you're clueless about what that is, go here. Now getting down to it:

TO THE BEACH!

I wish I could go down to the sea for a sail
I'd take you along so that you could help bail
From hibernating inside, my skin is quite pale

I want to go surfing, dump sand in a pail
Jump in the water where I'd happily flail
I'd swim 'til my skin was stark white like a whale
















And we'd eat enchiladas with kippers and kale
For dessert we'd eat crumb cake and guzzle wassail
We'd lie out on the sand 'til it got time to bale
















Then home we would drive, over hill, over dale
And when we got home we would go through the mail
And wish we could carry our house like a snail

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

Back to School and Wingnuts--Monorhyme Poem

This is my first spring choir concert and also Monorhyme day! Woo hoo!

WINGING BACK TO SCHOOL

This is Hunter's last whole day

At our house ere he goes away

Back to college, his books to survey.

Scholarships will help him pay.

The park was very nice for play,

As were the card games yesterday.

I've loved his visit, gotta say.

Now let him go and make more A's!

For a safe flight I do pray

And let his dorm life lack a-frey

I hope his food tastes unlike hay

Hope he returns soon as he may

For he is sunshine's happy ray

We're glad he came hip hip hooray. 

WINGNUTS

Don't know why wingnuts are cool

Perhaps appearances can fool

You can trap an unsuspecting ghoul

With a wingnut and a large-sized spool

(Be prepared for a pint of drool!)

You will not even need a tool

You can turn one into a blingy jewel

With some flashy string made out of wool

Or clamp the cover on your pool

Keep a wingnut handy as a rule

You'll not regret it, 'cause it's cool

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy

So in case you'd like to write your own monorhyme, here's a really good site for getting directions.